Random Thoughts

A collection of ramblings I came up with while trying to see why this particular computer kept crashing when the user was using Microsoft Word. So of course, I had to come up with some things to write to test the theory that Word was the problem. To all you purists out there - I already know that you will say Word is the problem. Perhaps you could also say Grease is the Word. I am the Word Thy God.

Ergo, God is the problem?

Anyhoo... here are my ramblings.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

Jimmy was a hairy fellow.

His teeth were old and yellow.

He jumped into the river bed.

But it was too shallow.

Tennis is a game played with two people, two racquets and one ball. It is played on a court, with a net. There are lines on the court to indicate whether the ball is in or out. If it is out, it should be brought back in because it is only a child and shouldn’t be allowed out at night by itself.

Cricket is a game that has two teams. When one team is in, the other team try to get it out. When the team that is in is all out, the team that is out goes in. Then the team that was in is now trying to get the team that is in, out. Then once both teams are all out, the first team that was in goes in again and the second team attempts to get them out. Once again, when the first team is all out, the second team gets to go in again while the first team attempts to get them out. Finally, when that team is all out, the game is over.

Or some such thing. I don’t really believe that anyone could possibly explain the purpose of cricket.

Whereas explaining beach cricket is easy. The point of this game is to throw a ball at someone holding a bat. The bat holding person should attempt to hit the ball high into the air... preferably over near the water.

Other folks gathered around (fielders) should attempt to catch the ball before it lands – ideally with some dramatic and spectacular stunt-like manoeuvre that involves tumbling hover themselves as they fall into the water, solitary hand outstretched in a vain hope that the aforementioned ball will fall just within grasp of their fingertips, at which point the fielder catches the ball, finishes the stunt-like manoeuvre and then jumps up and out of the water, ball in hand, yelling and screaming with joy before throwing the ball high up in the air and running around in celebration, hugging random beach dwellers who will clearly be in awe of the fielder’s “classic catch”.